In council assembled

[Dashiell]

Jack leaned back as DeVirgo spoke. When DeVirgo adressed him personally, Jack picked up his glass.

'Si, si. I knew you'd ask this of me. I'll handle it amigo.'

Jack looks over at Varrus. A look of contempt plastered on his face.

'I just hope this hombre doesnt screw up again. I can't keep compensating for massive losses. And I'd better get something worthwile out of this. What was this reorganisation you had planned, anyway?'

Jack leans back again and looks at DeVirgo.

'I will get you your money and your pilots. You just make sure I get what -I- want. Our new Reavers are a nice start, but the average pirate has become better equipped lately. We 're starting to lose our edge in combat. Speaking of which, I think it's time for me to get out there myself again. It's been too long since I shot some cabróns down myself'

He lifts up his glass of tequila

'para el futuro, si?'

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